1 Now let her change and spare not Since shee proues strange I care not, Fained loue so bewitcht my delight, That still I doted on her sight, But she is gone new delights embrasing, And my desertes disgrasing. 2 When did I erre in blindnesse, Or vexe her with vnkindnesse ? If my heart did attend her alone, Why is she thus vntimely gone ? True loue abides to the day of dying, False loue is euer flying. 3 Thou false farewell for euer, Once false proues faithfull neuer: He that now so triumphes in thy loue, Shall soone my present fortunes proue: Were he as fayre as Adonis, Faith is not had where none is.